I am not the adventurous type.  I am more of a homebody than anything.  I do not thrill at the idea of sky-diving.  I get sick to my stomach just watching my husband play car racing games on the computer.  I never plan to climb the Swiss Alps someday.

But there is one daily expedition that I am forced to make...  the climb to the summit of Mount Laundry.  It is, indeed, a daunting task, but armed with my detergent and a laundry basket I can face it with courage. 

Upon arriving, I invariably find the counter-part to the Abominable Snowman (or is it ABDOMINAL...  MY ABDOMINALS loooook like a snowman's.... but I digress).  Anyway, my children call this creature...  THE LAUNDRY MONSTER...  (insert echo sound effect and ominous music here!)

Somedays I am victorious and the laundry monster retreats back into neatly folded piles in the dresser drawers, but most days the laundry monster multiplies in size before I can make any headway.  I just start to make ground when disaster strikes....  at least there are no more cloth diapers in the current season of my life! 

Wish me luck...  I am on my way to face the challenge with Head Held High.  (Good use of alliteration, I think! Alliteration Always Adds to courage! )  I will climb over the piles and find the laundry detergent...  I will Wrestle With Wet beasties and toss them into the dryer and I WILL fold and put away all of those neat little piles of Sweet Smelling Socks and Shirts!  And I will resist the urge to leave the ironing draped across the chair in my room...  I will press out the wrinkles and find those Homely Hangers Hidden between layers of CLearly CLean CLothing in the CLosets! 

And when I return to base camp...  hopefully there will be provisions enough to sustain me for my NEXT trip to MOUNT LAUNDRY!  (INSERT TAH! DAH! here!) 

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